We’re off the coast of Mexico Nothing but tequila and donkey shows We got some sluts and Wolf got an ass And further south we go
Land ho, to Panama we go!
We’ve reached the port of Panama Nothing rhymes with Panama We only found two women So we had to share their vaginas
Land ho, and off to France we go!
We’re sailing off to France...Fuck France!
We’re sailing off to Portugal To steal ourselves some whores and gold We had our share but there’s too much hair So we sold them back to Portugal
Land ho, to India we go!
We’re sailing into India That’s where we’ll stick it into ya’ We slapped our cocks against their dots And came across their chindias
Land ho, to Antarctica we go!
Well now we’re in Antarctica We’ll leave this place for Shackleton For it’s far too cold in a penguin’s hole And the shrinkage is too gnarlica
Land ho, to America we go!
But, we’ve ended up in Canada What the hell’s in Canada? We saw a tree and a grizzly bear But its asshole felt like sandada
Land ho, and further south we go!
We’ve sailed around the world ya’ know And we’ve had our share of dirty hoes But if we had our pick, we’d leave our ship In the nice warm land of donkey shows